On The Line کے بول

He wakes up worried, Something's always wrong, He can't remember, He goes on and on, On and on. He gets confused, Holds his head in his hands, Willful and afraid, But he's still a man, Still a man. He's alone, Frail and thin We listen, but fail him. Out of time, We're running out of time, And old life on the line, Old life on the line. He lost most everyone He ever loved His mother, His Father, His only Son, His only son. He holds onto things Stamps and coins, He holds onto no one And hides his mail Like a broken boy. He believes in no one for too long. He needs attention, so many demands, So sentimental, a bitter man A bitter man.